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Author's notes:

Okay I am sorry for pulling the story, it was my fault for not proofreading my work. I know I should have but it was late and my muse wanted nothing else done. I am sorry. Thank you for the reviews I got earlier. I am still trying to figure out where to go from here but hopefully you will hear from me soon. I am still trying to stay away from writers block but nothing seems to be going my way right now. Thank you for reviewing and the helpful comments given.

You're Free.

Song – Harder now that it's over

By Ryan Adams

It's harder now that it's over
It's harder now that it's over
Now that the cuffs are off

My wrists are still scarred from the shackles that restrained me. It's been days now. I still have heard nothing. All I know is that she is safe. That is all that matters. The cell now seems emptier as I sit here waiting, just waiting on my time for it to be over.

It went so fast. The last thing I can remember was her telling me to move and that they were coming. It was a trap, neither one of us knew that we would be ambushed. We should have known better, but we were desperate for answers and for help.

The call came by surprise, Max and I were going over TC's defense plans when Logan called us into the communications wing. Lydecker had found a way to contact us he had found answers to the cult and to everything. So we went, her and I, no back up as requested. We were face to face with Lydecker. He was on his laptop showing the ruins he had found through out the world, all showing something about "the coming" and "the end". Somehow Max and I were all part of the plan. He was still in the midst of explaining how it all ties together when an explosion rocked the warehouse we were in. Lydecker was down, he was dead. The laptop and all its answers into pieces. The smoked cleared and people surrounded us. I didn't understand what they were, they were neither transgenics nor familiars. They were attacking either way. We fought all we could, I could hear the broken ribs being cracked with each punch and flesh on flesh blows. I just wanted to protect her. I tried to keep them away from her. I fought with all I had. It wasn't enough.

Something jabbed into my side and I convulsed to the floor. As I fell, I saw Max stumble forward and down with a thud while someone tazzered her. I couldn't move, the electricity was coursing through my body and everything I saw was in a chaotic motion. I tried to focus, I tried to focus on her, on Max. Her arms were around her trying to stop her body from the movement caused by the tazer. She was in so much pain. I lost count on how long we were being zapped like animals. The last image I saw is her being cuffed, then a blow to my head stopped my sight.

They slapped 'em on you
Where that bracelet used to be
You know the one I bought you in Phoenix
Where they sell old jewelry …
'Cause honey it's over

I woke to find myself chained to the floor of a moving vehicle. My eyes in reflex searched for her, and I found her. Hunched over on the opposite corner. I yelled her name.

"MAX! Wake up MAX!" My voice raspy from the contusions on my neck.

She stirs, her head bobbing as she lifted her torso up. She looks at me through a curtain of her brown hair. She is bleeding from a cut on her forehead and her lips open and blood flowing freely. I try to crawl as close as I can to her. The slack of the chain stops about a foot from where I can reach her. She manages to make up a couple of inches closer. She is looking at me assessing my wounds. It's nothing really, I am just glad she's alive. There are no words said. I just stay there looking into her eyes and she does the same to me. I try to get comfortable but the shackles on my wrists cut into my skin and bleed. I see her wrists red and bleeding as well. There are no regrets now. There is only a now and here.

The vehicle comes to a harsh stop. I am flung towards her and her further away, the movement causes my wrists to tear, her back hits the door with a loud clang denting the metal. Then it swings open, she is tazerred once again. I don't see her eyes open now. She is dragged out of my sight. They pull on the chains and throw it across my neck, I feel the pain of my throat closing and the metal nipping the skin. I make no sound. I feel the tazer again and a flash goes across my eyes and I see nothing.

I wake to find us both in a large room and what looks like a building basement. I hear her call my name.

"Alec, wake up, wake up please". She sounds so weak.

I open my eyes to her kneeling by me her hands cuffed behind her. I try to make sense of how I am lying in front of her. I am cuffed behind my back as well, my right knee is busted, broken as well. I try to sit up but I realize that my ribs are broken, too many to be able to move without puncturing another organ. She inches closer and lays her forehead on mine. I close my eyes to feel her breath on me and feel her skin on mine. I don't know how long we stayed like that but the steel door opening drew us apart.

The torture began. We were tortured together, and in turns both seeing each other suffer. We did not make a sound. Neither wanting them the satisfaction of hearing us scream. No tears were shed as well. We both knew that it would justify what they were doing. I don't know why they didn't just kill us. I guess they wanted to see how "special" Max was, and apparently I was something important as well because I took a beating as well. I noticed they weren't as cruel to her and I accepted that as long as she was doing better than I am, She was all I was concerned about. It went on for days like this.

Then I get hauled away and dragged like a dying animal. Then I saw him, I guess that was Sandeman himself, because they called him that as I was thrown to the floor. He told me about the plans. He told me about the coming and about the end.

He offered a deal. I stay and she goes free. Sandeman said that my DNA was enough for the "stopping of the end". That my blood would be the only thing to save everyone. It was either Max or I. I chose the obvious. "She would only be instrumental in the future". Something about "a linage of perfection would be formed from her." He said.

So I agreed to the deal. I only asked to be back in the room with her for one more night. They didn't enter for a whole night. I told her what I had done. She kicked me, if her hands were free I knew she would have slapped me as well. She told me that I couldn't do this and that she would stay. I said no and that it was what was agreed.

My hands were free and I made my way with her, she let me take her over and over again. The broken knee forgotten and cuts and bruises nothing as we forged ourselves as one. I wanted her to be able to touch me but the cuffs on her hands were secure. She kept repeating my name in my ear and I worshiped hers in my mouth. Out of breath we still kept going, maybe hoping that it wouldn't be the last time we had each other like this. I emptied myself in her over and over again throughout the dark. It was a goodbye and a forever that night.

They separated us in the morning. I haven't seen her since. It has been days.

I heard your wrists got bruised
Must've felt just like old times
I wish you would've grabbed the gun
And shot me 'cause I died

And I'm nothing now without you
yeah, I'm less than nothing now

They moved me to a smaller room. The grittiness of the rusty cell bars are rough against my palms. The dingy room has no windows, it's dark and damp as I lean my back against the wall and I tuck my head down to my knees. My mind fills with one thought.

At least she's free.


I'm the one between the bars and lost forever now
'Cause it's over now
It's harder now that it's over
Now that the cuffs are off
And you're free

And you're free

Free….


I'm sorry

The end